It was a typical Tuesday morning when my husband Jack came to me with an unusual proposition. He…

The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle…

The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city…

Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to…

Two nights later Daniel had left early for a business seminar—wide-eyed, obedient, freshly marked by Tyrone. He was…